At breakfast one day, my two-and-a-half-year-old great-niece Reagan ate bite-sized pieces of egg.
Each time she picked up a bite, she held it for me to see and she asked, “What’s that?”
“Egg,” I answered.
She popped the bite of egg in her mouth and picked up another bite.
She held the new bite for me to see. “What’s that?” she asked.
She popped it in her mouth, picked up another bite, dipped it in ketchup and held it for me to see, “What’s that?”
“Egg dipped in ketchup.”
She swallowed that bite, picked up another, held it up, “What’s that?”
I was bored with saying egg, so I said, “Chip.” Continue reading “This Christmas, may you enjoy the same-old, same-old and the great big difference…”